Hate Me, Miss Witch!

It is completely different from the past experience of returning to reality from the reverberations of history.

If we talk about the long river of time in the past, it is like a river with a fixed direction, flowing continuously according to the established history, flowing from one established node to another.

So at this moment in the long river of time, it is as if someone has used great power to forcibly dig a new tributary on the original main road of history.

So the long river of time that originally flowed forever and calmly began to roar at this moment.

The corrective power of history is taking effect, trying to forcibly erase the newly born tributaries and converge the flow of time into the correct node.

However, there is another tyrannical force standing in the turbulent flow of the long river of time, like a giant sword inserted on the river bed, using its own power to fight against the endless waves.

Xia Ya felt like a small boat on the sea, drifting with the current of the angry waves, and might lose its way at any time.

If he really loses his way in a place like this, then he will really sink into the lost history and become that "person forgotten by time."

Soon, though.

Char then noticed that in the depths of his spiritual ocean, the originally dim "Sands of Time" suddenly flickered at this moment.

Transformed into clear and shining stars, the stars lit up the lights.

In the crazy river of time, it illuminated the direction for him to look back.

Therefore, under the guidance of the Sand of Time, Char quickly followed the long river of time, crossed the violent turbulence, and returned to the node of the current timeline.

only.

At that time, the newly opened tributaries in the long river of time did not end with the disappearance of Char.

…

Esgania.

Empire.

In the ruins composed of corpses and debris, between the decaying thrones.

The radiance of the holy sword shines like gold, swallowing the light and piercing through the King of Bei, who is wearing black armor.

Vortigern coughed up a mouthful of dark blood, looked at the big hole in the black armor on his chest that was penetrated by the light of gold, and showed a sad smile.

too fast.

Incredibly fast.

He originally thought that even after the battle with Cain in the Valley of the End, he would be at a disadvantage, but it should be a gradual process.

Keep pulling and fighting, until finally the territory occupied by yourself and the abyss monster alliance will be eaten away, and you will eventually lose.

This process may take several years, or it may take more than ten years.

But he didn't expect that it would only be less than a year.

The rebel army led by the Knight King will unify the entire territory without any hindrance, conquer all the monsters together with bandits and bandits, and completely quell the troubled times.

Finally, they broke into the royal city.

At this moment, with his own defeat, there is no longer anything in the entire Esgania that can hinder the other party from becoming king.

"King of Knights...Artolis."

"You will regret this."

Vortigern laughed cruelly.

"Now you seem to be on the side of righteousness and will establish a perfect country of order..."

"But with your passing, and with the birth of independent ambitions among the princes and allies who once worked together... your seemingly prosperous country will one day fall apart."

"At that time...the empire you created will also fall into the same situation as me, where everyone is betrayed and separated from their relatives."

"Just like when you lost Cain!"

Click.

Vortigern's words stopped abruptly.

Because the next moment, his chest was pierced by the golden holy sword, and he lost all his vitality and fell to the ground.

The deafening cheers of the rebel coalition came from inside and outside the entire royal city.

The fall of the humble king Vortigern also means that the last obstacle in the entire territory of Esgania has been removed.

And then, it is time to build a new empire on the ruins and enjoy the fruits of victory.

However, as the focus of cheers and applause from thousands of soldiers, Isadella did not show any sign of joy.

She just silently untied the hairband she used to disguise herself as a man, wiped away the disguise on her face, and let her long pale silver hair spread like mercury on the ground.

Isadella could clearly feel that at the moment when the humble king Vortigern died in battle, there was a clear feedback from the holy sword in her hand.

The last seal on the holy sword has been lifted.

At this moment, she has truly achieved the throne.

All of her original goals in this special time and space have been completed. According to common sense, there is nothing here that is worthy of Isadella's nostalgia.

And the historical correction power from the long river of time has also been continuously oppressed, forcing her to return to her original trajectory.

but--

But Isadella never wanted to leave.

The completely liberated Star Sword unleashes the ancient and majestic mystery.

The mystery of the Holy Sword protected Isadella, making her independent of the erosion of time and the corrective power of history.

It has become an anomaly in the original history.

"Merlin."

"How is the information you collected about reincarnation and the resurrection of the dead in the field of black magic going?"

Holding the holy sword in her hand, she activated the holy sword with the strength of a throne-level beast master, forcibly resisting the erosion of the correction power of history, and spoke lightly.

"All collected."

An old man wearing the uniform of a court mage spoke through the voice.

"The theory of the afterlife...If you believe it, there will be it; if you don't believe it, there will be none."

"As time goes by, two similar flowers will eventually bloom in this world...Looking back for thousands of years, one flower will wither and the other will bloom."

"It's just that whether this is the same flower can only be judged by future generations..."

"I don't want this ambiguous answer."

Isadella interrupted Merlin mercilessly: "Cain is Cain, unique, there will be no two of him in this world."

"Yes, I have never believed in reincarnation."

Merlin wiped his sweat and then spoke respectfully again: "The realm of necromancers and undead creatures does have magic similar to resurrecting the dead."

"But they all have flaws and do not meet His Majesty's requirements."

He glanced at Isadella cautiously: "Most necromancy and black magic require the complete body of the deceased before they can be activated... But under the crown of Cain, he died heroically for his country, and not even a trace of his body was left. Never left."

"Furthermore, necromancy spells have great flaws. Based on corpses, all those resurrected are undead races."

"Although the newly born undead creatures may retain some of their original memories, most of them are incomplete, and their wisdom is often lacking."

"If this is the case, then even if he is really resurrected, it will only be a blasphemy against him."

Isadella vetoed the proposal.

She just stood on the broken throne, silently staring at the short letter in her hand, her eyebrows slightly lowered.

"so."

"Can't I see him after all?"

At this moment, Isadella does not look like the King of Knights who has just unified the entire territory and is about to establish immortal achievements.

Instead, it's more like a cat that has done something wrong.

"Not really..."

Merlin spoke slowly.

"The old minister looked through Vortigern's classics and saw a lost secret method from an ancient mystical book from the old era."

"That ancient book says that when everyone is born, they will leave a unique and exclusive mark in the spiritual world. Even if they die, this mark will not disappear."

"It's just that, under normal circumstances, it's just a mark with a hint of spiritual quality."

"But if the reputation of the deceased is great enough... then there is a small opportunity to use the thoughts of all people and sentient beings to continuously stimulate the collective subconscious ocean of the spiritual world, and then complete the unique brand."

"In the end, a deceased person with no body left and only a reputation spread became a heroic spirit."

"Then, resurrected in the Hall of Valor."

Merlin hesitated for a moment.

"It's just that it's extremely difficult to give birth to a heroic spirit, which requires extremely wide spread."

"Furthermore, only by experiencing long years of fermentation and remembrance, and becoming a figure engraved in history, can one become a heroic spirit."

He glanced at Isadella beside him.

"The period for the birth of a heroic spirit may be hundreds of years, or it may... take a thousand years."

He knew very well that the king he served was human.

And the human body cannot compare with those immortal species. Even the body of the throne has a lifespan limit of less than a thousand years.

Therefore, this is destined to be just an illusory dream.

Maybe after thousands of years, the Black Knight Cain will really be able to reappear in the world as a heroic spirit, but anyone in the empire who has seen Cain's original appearance will probably not survive that time.

However--

Facing Merlin's expression with a little sigh and mourning.

Isadella only raised her head slightly.

"Achieve... a heroic spirit?"

She cast her gaze toward the far end of the sky.

It was a vermilion blood moon, hanging high above the night.

"I will find you... no matter what the cost."

A clear teardrop fell on the ruins.

"A thousand years……"

"Or rather, a god?"